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no favors (freestyle) - mr. krane lyrics

[intro]
location: s-town. name: kranebroock. mood: f-ck everything!
huh, f-ck it, let’s go

[verse]
“f-ck, dirt!” that’s what the f-ck i heard
when i made this first alb-m of beats, vibes and words
i was scared as ferg when all my f-cking work
was being torn apart to pieces, and all i wanted is
to burn this f-cking world just for being hurt, felt as bad as kurt
when a bullet hit his head like the leg of kuyt! (oh)
three years gone by, i’m 20 years old
grew some iron b-lls, cut my hair, all i do is ball
and all i want is to demonstrate my godd-mn flow
when you hear the word jaw will hit the floor
cause i decapitate with lyrics, then my ouija board
gets another portion of blood, pills and potions cause my own arthur sword
put in my f-cking throat is f-cking ready for third world war and karate chop another f-ggot, wh-r-!
motherf-ckers actin’ ridiculous cause they don’t know what’s the length of my stinky d-ckie is
i’d rather be whistling dixie than to chase another cornwell pixies and pour them b-tches gl-sses of whiskey
and shoot a gang of black beatles or a couple christian b-tches
what’s the reason for hate? i’m f-cking trying to handle my business
the hustle hard ent is a clique that good music would stick with
cause what? we on top, we some dogs, you some b-tches
and we stand in the back not because we are littler
we just f-ck in the -ss all the industry, p-ssy drunks keep resisting
but our d-cks are so hard like empire state buildings
only terrorist planes can stop us from insisting
to f-ck you from the back like it’s p-rn with meek milly!
f-ck, i ain’t trying to be disrespectful
i just want some of f-cking dreadful skinny b-tches who just moan on some dope–ss beats to
show esteem that we do deserve, five years in the game, only doing dirt
and being perfectly honest and, honestly, perfect
the first gang in the game whose d-mn gl-ss never been full
but we ain’t gonna pull the f-cking trigger or do cry a river
cause n-body f-cks with raps like ours
but at least we don’t need hours to make them up, you f-cking punks!
if $ki a god then i’m a slump and donald gonna take a f-cking trump
f-ck a female dutch wh-r- or extra terrestrial f-ck, take some e and t’s
become a half-black half-glover full-sl-t and finally make a social experiment
with some peppermint and a disney virgin c-nt!
the final verdict: swag, i just made that up
my clip is fully loaded, now lace my f-cking blunt!

[outro: “unreal tournament” sample]
holy sh-t!

- mr krane lyrics

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